Tah duh!
I've had no creative energy today. None, zero, zip, nada. Luckily, nothing's due today and this stuff comes in waves. I'm hoping to catch a whole boat load on my way home tonight, or maybe the creative fairies will battle for space under my pillow,next to a year's worth of old teeth.
If you're paying close attention, don't be alarmed. I don't really leave old teeth under my pillow anymore.
In fact, any type of magical entity standing over my bed in the middle of the night, it would scare the shit out of me. So keep your 50 cents, you floaty bastards.
Ah well. I blame it on Monday and my emotional up-heavel which is the equivilant of puking for a few hours. But as Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tommorow is another Day."
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